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Chapter 496: Are you a spy sent by the Decepticons?
No one asked Tony how he would create a planet, because for a top-tier Demigod, it was merely a matter of time.
The one thing the universe wasn't lacking was matter. Tony could pull a few planets from other star systems at any moment, smash them with a single punch, and then control the matter's reformation.
"From now on, this sun will be called..."
Tony spoke to Wanda and the others in high spirits, but he trailed off, finding himself in a difficult spot. For someone terrible at naming things, naming something new was always a monumental challenge.
Tony looked at the people watching him teasingly, coughed once, and tried to put on an incredibly majestic expression as his brain spun rapidly.
In his previous life, Cybertron was located in the Scutum–Centaurus Arm of the Milky Way Galaxy, accompanied by two small satellites half the size of Earth's moon, orbiting a sun named "Alpha."
But naming this beautiful yellow sun "Alpha" was clearly somewhat inappropriate.
Alpha was a classification used to describe controllable mutants, far inferior to Omega. At least in terms of prestige, it lagged far behind the term Omega.
Omega, by definition, meant infinite potential and immortality.
"Omega... this sun will be called Omega!" Tony said solemnly. "Just as the word implies, it symbolizes eternity and immortality. This place will be our new home! Our new planet!"
"We'll call this little star system the Cybertron System, or the Omega System!"
Tony's voice, broadcast via Ultron, spread throughout the two warships. After a moment of silence, a massive cheer erupted.
Many people swarmed to the edges of the windows or in front of electronic screens, excitedly watching the furiously burning ball of fire, shouting and going wild.
A new sun, a new home!
A brand new world!
They had traversed a vast distance from the Orion Arm of the Milky Way Galaxy to the Scutum–Centaurus Arm, and finally, they had found a new life.
All one hundred thousand of them went wild, cheering and jumping for joy. Some even had tears welling up in their eyes.
It was hard to describe the feeling of traversing the vast cosmos. Although it had been less than a day, it felt as if countless years had passed.
They were about to embrace a new beginning.
Everything from the past would become a memory. Perhaps, a long time from now, they would sit under a large tree, gazing at the starry night sky, and tell their descendants about their experiences on Earth.
In that future, Earth would become a precious treasure buried deep within their hearts.
Perhaps life on Earth hadn't been so pleasant for some, but in the face of a brand new life, all of it was worthy of becoming a memory of a storied past to look back on.
When they grew old and gray, would they sit on their chairs, feeling the night breeze, and gaze up at the starry sky?
It all felt like a dream.
The people were ecstatic. For now, they didn't need to busy themselves with building the planet. Their turn would come after Tony had constructed the outlines of Cybertron and its two satellites.
For now, all they needed to do was celebrate.
The fear and anticipation for the unknown universe erupted all at once. The mutants cheered, proud of their feat of crossing the galaxy, while the Transformers, with their dream about to be realized, also let loose.
Aboard the massive warship, the mutants began to party with drinks in hand; after all, there was no shortage of food.
"Hey, Elizabeth, want to have a drink together?" someone asked, casting an admiring glance at the tall figure of Psylocke.
"No thanks, I have other things to do," Psylocke declined.
On her beautiful face, her features seemed to have been meticulously crafted, full of the gentle and delicate beauty of an Eastern woman. Her slightly dazed expression held a trace of confusion, but it soon faded, replaced by determination.
"What are you doing here?" Wanda walked over, sizing her up for a moment before asking.
Glancing at the other woman's ample chest, Wanda subconsciously glanced down at her own before calmly looking away.
*Hmph, they're only a little bigger...*
"You..." Psylocke looked at her in surprise, feeling a bit reserved.
"Don't mind me, I just wanted to get to know you," Wanda said with a beaming smile, handing her a glass of champagne.
Psylocke silently looked at Wanda, not knowing what to say.
"I heard you volunteered to immigrate?" Wanda asked.
"Yes, I want to pursue something different." Psylocke bit her lip and nodded. Having calmed down, she returned to her usual competent demeanor.
Wanda nodded, thinking more highly of the woman before her. "You have astonishing gifts, Elizabeth..."
Wanda nodded at her and continued their conversation.
This woman, known as Psylocke, was one of the individuals Tony was paying close attention to—don't get the wrong idea, not in *that* way, and not with *that* kind of attention. A mutant with quasi-omega level potential was indeed worthy of Tony's notice.
Moreover, Psylocke's potential had room for further growth; it was highly likely she could become a true Omega-level mutant, possessing infinite potential.
If Tony didn't intervene early to fully excavate Psylocke's potential, she might live her entire life with only her quasi-omega level potential, achieving limited success.
Quasi-Omega and Omega were practically two different species. The former was a mortal, the latter, a god.
But as Wanda looked at the woman before her, who was trying hard to remain calm, she didn't seem particularly special aside from her face and figure...
Who would have thought she possessed such astonishing gifts?
Things were relatively mild on the mutants' side, but the Transformers' activities were far more wild.
They treated the entire spaceship as a racetrack, transforming into their vehicle modes to go street racing—oh, and plane racing too.
The deafening roar of engines echoed throughout. Outside, many mutants holding bottles of alcohol also ran over to watch, letting out screams from time to time.
"Look! It's a limited-edition Lamborghini!"
"No, no, no, I prefer that Ferrari."
"Bah, a bunch of sissies! See that tank going the fastest? Now *that's* a real man's romance!!"
"Didn't you say last time that a truck was a real man's romance?"
"Don't get bogged down in the details!"
The entire spaceship could be described as an international car and plane show. One could even see many bots with unique tastes, transforming into classic cars and steam cars from the last century.
A yellow sports car took the lead.
Bumblebee, with his incomparably high speed, left all the other vehicles in his dust.
Upbeat pop music blasted from Bumblebee, much to the annoyance of the bots eating his dust behind him.
But just as Bumblebee was wildly speeding ahead, unfortunately, a big guy came driving toward him from the opposite direction.
An off-road vehicle, Bulkhead, had gotten lost again. He'd gone in a circle and turned around, perfectly speeding down the racetrack in reverse.
Bumblebee: "Huh? Didn't I leave you behind? How did you end up coming from this way?"
Bulkhead: "Isn't this the right direction?"
Bam!
Faced with Bulkhead's tonnage, Bumblebee was sent flying without any suspense, crashing awkwardly on the edge of the road. Of course, this kind of impact was nothing serious. At most, he suffered some minor injuries, and with their recovery speed, he would self-heal in a few hours.
"Hahaha, you Autobot fools! We're definitely going to win!" the Decepticons roared as they flew past overhead. The one leading the unrestrained mockery was, without a doubt, that obnoxious pest Starscream.
They soared past along the designated flight path, mercilessly mocking the Autobots who were now in a chaotic mess below.
Even Knock Out, the Decepticon medic whose vehicle mode was a car, had surpassed Bumblebee on the track.
The heavyset Bulkhead scratched his head, got up with an innocent look, and walked over to pull up the smaller Bumblebee. "You okay, pal? Sigh, I'm just not cut out for this sport. I went the wrong way again."
"*Whirr-beep-beep!*"
Bumblebee yelled, letting out a strange noise.
Both Bulkhead and Bumblebee fell silent. The atmosphere turned strange.
An ominous feeling washed over Bumblebee's mind. His optics widened in disbelief, and clinging to a sliver of hope, he tentatively tried to speak—
"*Whirr-beep? Whirr-beep-beep?? WHIRR-BEEP-BEEP!!!*" Bumblebee roared, his optics wide.
Bulkhead delivered the finishing blow in his deep, incredibly sincere voice, "Looks like your vocalizer is broken. I can't understand what you're saying right now; I'll need to analyze your new pronunciation. You're really unlucky, pal."
With that, he gave Bumblebee a friendly pat that nearly knocked him to the ground.
Bumblebee: "???"
Are you a demon?
No... are you a spy sent by the Decepticons???
(end of chapter)
No one asked Tony how he would create a planet, because for a top-tier Demigod, it was merely a matter of time.
The one thing the universe wasn't lacking was matter. Tony could pull a few planets from other star systems at any moment, smash them with a single punch, and then control the matter's reformation.
"From now on, this sun will be called..."
Tony spoke to Wanda and the others in high spirits, but he trailed off, finding himself in a difficult spot. For someone terrible at naming things, naming something new was always a monumental challenge.
Tony looked at the people watching him teasingly, coughed once, and tried to put on an incredibly majestic expression as his brain spun rapidly.
In his previous life, Cybertron was located in the Scutum–Centaurus Arm of the Milky Way Galaxy, accompanied by two small satellites half the size of Earth's moon, orbiting a sun named "Alpha."
But naming this beautiful yellow sun "Alpha" was clearly somewhat inappropriate.
Alpha was a classification used to describe controllable mutants, far inferior to Omega. At least in terms of prestige, it lagged far behind the term Omega.
Omega, by definition, meant infinite potential and immortality.
"Omega... this sun will be called Omega!" Tony said solemnly. "Just as the word implies, it symbolizes eternity and immortality. This place will be our new home! Our new planet!"
"We'll call this little star system the Cybertron System, or the Omega System!"
Tony's voice, broadcast via Ultron, spread throughout the two warships. After a moment of silence, a massive cheer erupted.
Many people swarmed to the edges of the windows or in front of electronic screens, excitedly watching the furiously burning ball of fire, shouting and going wild.
A new sun, a new home!
A brand new world!
They had traversed a vast distance from the Orion Arm of the Milky Way Galaxy to the Scutum–Centaurus Arm, and finally, they had found a new life.
All one hundred thousand of them went wild, cheering and jumping for joy. Some even had tears welling up in their eyes.
It was hard to describe the feeling of traversing the vast cosmos. Although it had been less than a day, it felt as if countless years had passed.
They were about to embrace a new beginning.
Everything from the past would become a memory. Perhaps, a long time from now, they would sit under a large tree, gazing at the starry night sky, and tell their descendants about their experiences on Earth.
In that future, Earth would become a precious treasure buried deep within their hearts.
Perhaps life on Earth hadn't been so pleasant for some, but in the face of a brand new life, all of it was worthy of becoming a memory of a storied past to look back on.
When they grew old and gray, would they sit on their chairs, feeling the night breeze, and gaze up at the starry sky?
It all felt like a dream.
The people were ecstatic. For now, they didn't need to busy themselves with building the planet. Their turn would come after Tony had constructed the outlines of Cybertron and its two satellites.
For now, all they needed to do was celebrate.
The fear and anticipation for the unknown universe erupted all at once. The mutants cheered, proud of their feat of crossing the galaxy, while the Transformers, with their dream about to be realized, also let loose.
Aboard the massive warship, the mutants began to party with drinks in hand; after all, there was no shortage of food.
"Hey, Elizabeth, want to have a drink together?" someone asked, casting an admiring glance at the tall figure of Psylocke.
"No thanks, I have other things to do," Psylocke declined.
On her beautiful face, her features seemed to have been meticulously crafted, full of the gentle and delicate beauty of an Eastern woman. Her slightly dazed expression held a trace of confusion, but it soon faded, replaced by determination.
"What are you doing here?" Wanda walked over, sizing her up for a moment before asking.
Glancing at the other woman's ample chest, Wanda subconsciously glanced down at her own before calmly looking away.
*Hmph, they're only a little bigger...*
"You..." Psylocke looked at her in surprise, feeling a bit reserved.
"Don't mind me, I just wanted to get to know you," Wanda said with a beaming smile, handing her a glass of champagne.
Psylocke silently looked at Wanda, not knowing what to say.
"I heard you volunteered to immigrate?" Wanda asked.
"Yes, I want to pursue something different." Psylocke bit her lip and nodded. Having calmed down, she returned to her usual competent demeanor.
Wanda nodded, thinking more highly of the woman before her. "You have astonishing gifts, Elizabeth..."
Wanda nodded at her and continued their conversation.
This woman, known as Psylocke, was one of the individuals Tony was paying close attention to—don't get the wrong idea, not in *that* way, and not with *that* kind of attention. A mutant with quasi-omega level potential was indeed worthy of Tony's notice.
Moreover, Psylocke's potential had room for further growth; it was highly likely she could become a true Omega-level mutant, possessing infinite potential.
If Tony didn't intervene early to fully excavate Psylocke's potential, she might live her entire life with only her quasi-omega level potential, achieving limited success.
Quasi-Omega and Omega were practically two different species. The former was a mortal, the latter, a god.
But as Wanda looked at the woman before her, who was trying hard to remain calm, she didn't seem particularly special aside from her face and figure...
Who would have thought she possessed such astonishing gifts?
Things were relatively mild on the mutants' side, but the Transformers' activities were far more wild.
They treated the entire spaceship as a racetrack, transforming into their vehicle modes to go street racing—oh, and plane racing too.
The deafening roar of engines echoed throughout. Outside, many mutants holding bottles of alcohol also ran over to watch, letting out screams from time to time.
"Look! It's a limited-edition Lamborghini!"
"No, no, no, I prefer that Ferrari."
"Bah, a bunch of sissies! See that tank going the fastest? Now *that's* a real man's romance!!"
"Didn't you say last time that a truck was a real man's romance?"
"Don't get bogged down in the details!"
The entire spaceship could be described as an international car and plane show. One could even see many bots with unique tastes, transforming into classic cars and steam cars from the last century.
A yellow sports car took the lead.
Bumblebee, with his incomparably high speed, left all the other vehicles in his dust.
Upbeat pop music blasted from Bumblebee, much to the annoyance of the bots eating his dust behind him.
But just as Bumblebee was wildly speeding ahead, unfortunately, a big guy came driving toward him from the opposite direction.
An off-road vehicle, Bulkhead, had gotten lost again. He'd gone in a circle and turned around, perfectly speeding down the racetrack in reverse.
Bumblebee: "Huh? Didn't I leave you behind? How did you end up coming from this way?"
Bulkhead: "Isn't this the right direction?"
Bam!
Faced with Bulkhead's tonnage, Bumblebee was sent flying without any suspense, crashing awkwardly on the edge of the road. Of course, this kind of impact was nothing serious. At most, he suffered some minor injuries, and with their recovery speed, he would self-heal in a few hours.
"Hahaha, you Autobot fools! We're definitely going to win!" the Decepticons roared as they flew past overhead. The one leading the unrestrained mockery was, without a doubt, that obnoxious pest Starscream.
They soared past along the designated flight path, mercilessly mocking the Autobots who were now in a chaotic mess below.
Even Knock Out, the Decepticon medic whose vehicle mode was a car, had surpassed Bumblebee on the track.
The heavyset Bulkhead scratched his head, got up with an innocent look, and walked over to pull up the smaller Bumblebee. "You okay, pal? Sigh, I'm just not cut out for this sport. I went the wrong way again."
"*Whirr-beep-beep!*"
Bumblebee yelled, letting out a strange noise.
Both Bulkhead and Bumblebee fell silent. The atmosphere turned strange.
An ominous feeling washed over Bumblebee's mind. His optics widened in disbelief, and clinging to a sliver of hope, he tentatively tried to speak—
"*Whirr-beep? Whirr-beep-beep?? WHIRR-BEEP-BEEP!!!*" Bumblebee roared, his optics wide.
Bulkhead delivered the finishing blow in his deep, incredibly sincere voice, "Looks like your vocalizer is broken. I can't understand what you're saying right now; I'll need to analyze your new pronunciation. You're really unlucky, pal."
With that, he gave Bumblebee a friendly pat that nearly knocked him to the ground.
Bumblebee: "???"
Are you a demon?
No... are you a spy sent by the Decepticons???
(end of chapter)
